Whose gold is double with a careful hand, His cares are double.
What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold! Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold.
Gold is Caesar's treasure, man is God's; thy gold hath Caesar's image, and thou hast God's.
Though virtue give a ragged livery, she gives a golden cognizance; if her service make thee poor, blush not. Thy poverty may disadvantage thee, but not dishonor thee.
Poor thieves in halters we behold; And great thieves in their chains of gold.
What well-advised ear regards What earth can say? Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted clay.